Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... reason.” She thought about it for a while, then said, “I wouldn’t mind going ice skating. I haven’t been since last year.” “Ice skating, huh?” It wasn’t really my thing, but then, it didn’t have to be. “Sure, we could do that.” “Okay,” she said cheerily, and rubbed her ass towards me. “I mean, thank you, master.” We stayed together for a few more minutes, before she took a shower, and we parted. The morning we spent doing our own things, breakfast, computer, TV, sometimes together but just as often apart. We agreed to go in the early afternoon, and I told her to let me know when she was ready. A little after noon, she came out with skates slung over one shoulder, and dressed for the activity. In the morning, she’d been wearing a dress with no panties. Now, she was dressed for skating, a short skirt on top of form-fitting grey tights, and a sweater on top, probably with a t-shirt underneath. I complimented her on it, then lifted the skirt to see her fabric-covered ass. She bent forward automatically to show it off. It clung tightly to her, following the contours of her ass into the crack. “You look good in that,” I said. I thought about doing more, but she’d already showered and gotten dressed, it was better if we just left. That was my intention, at least, but intentions have a way of changing. As I drove towards the skating rink, one hand drifted to her leg. I liked feeling her up while driving. No one could see what I was doing. I slid my hand up along the soft fabric, ...

... each time going closer to her crotch. Finally, I closed on it. “Mark…” she said softly. Not Master. I paused. “What?” “I know you can do whatever you want, but…?” She left the sentence unfinished, but I know she was asking me not to go ahead, albeit without actually asking. “Why not, don’t you like it?” “Yes, but… if I get wet in this, people might see, and I won’t be able to skate.” I took a look. The skirt was pretty short. It went down below her crotch, but was more decorative than concealing, meant to be worn with something underneath because it might fly up at any time with swift movement, and if she bent over… I saw her point. It clung tightly to her, almost tight enough to make a camel toe if she didn’t have something (a thong, I guessed) underneath it. If I’d gotten her wet, and the fabric darkened, she’d have to be very careful to conceal it. The thought turned me on, but I did want to make it a good day for her, with what I planned to ask later. I pulled my hand away, put it back on the wheel. “Okay,” I said. “Maybe on the way home.” It was a little crowded at the rink, but we were able to get in without much trouble. Faith was beautiful out there on the ice. I wasn’t. She hadn’t been ice skating since last year, I hadn’t been since I was twelve, and what little skill I had in those years was all gone. I fumbled around for a while, mostly for the opportunity and excuse to grab her ass publicly, to prevent myself from falling, but eventually I got a little tired of ...